Enis and Daben
20010605.1606 EDT, @lanta, GA, USA
Enis stacked another split log on the smoky, crackling pile of
burning wood on the sooty andiron in the stone-flagged fireplace, except there was no fire
and no fireplace.
"It's so cold in here today," Enis complained, half-whining,
hugging flannelled arms to chest.
Daben, wiping sweat off his brow, said, "Cut it out, Enis.
We're outside. Its ninety fucking degrees." But there was no Enis.
"God damn it," swore Daben. But there was no Daben.
You know that.
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